Coffee talk

It had been hours after the kids had come home from school, with Alicia and Ben still holding each other while their kids sat close, appreciating the woman’s newly restored sense of sight. Reed, Johnny and Susan continued to chat with the smiling woman as she looked them over for the first time, finally putting an image in her mind over how they felt with her hands. The cosmic version of Susan continued to sit at the living room table, watching the two families with passive indifference until Reed gently pulled at her hand and have her join them around the coffee table, leaving the woman surprised when N’Kalla and Jo-Venn sat in her lap and hugged her in her chair. The model, hologram and former sex-**** soon joined them at the living room coffee table while Susan announced that she would get dinner started and Reed eventually left to continue his work in the lab.

Watching the scene play out in front of them, the wendigo, succubus, and alien versions of Susan Storm watched on from the dining table, a look of serenity on their faces as they watched the two families mingle and laughed. Turning her horned head other to the others sitting with her, the succubus raised an eyebrow to the two. “So, is your Alicia cured of her blindness too?”

Trading looks, the wendigo shook her head while the alien woman looked away sheepishly. “During my… Episode, one of my children had his way with her, to save her life before her belly burst like a pomegranate giving birth to triplets, I infected her with my DNA. The plus side is it restored her sense of sight… And gave her 50 more senses along with it.”

“Wow…”

“Yeah, not one of my best days, she’s doing fine though, she’s in control of herself like I am… Heh, she’s a mother of eight too… Not including the 50 beforehand.”

“Oh wow… I could NEVER be able to do that.” Blinked the wendigo in surprise, finding it hard to wrap around her head that the two women sitting next to her had so many kids. “I mean… The diapers alone would be maddening.”

“My kids… Grew up fast.” Commented the four-armed woman, hugging herself and looking back at the two families interacting with each other in front of her. “I guess that’s one fringe benefit to being my species; no worries on all the trials and tribulations of raising your kids when they become adults in 20 hours and have genetic memory. At least that was before Reed’s treatment. My latest… They were born from Steve Rogers, well… That’s another story but… They’re aging normally, by now they should be 3 years old. All seven of them.”

“Hmm, impressive. I’ve pretty much got it the same way. The Doctor Strange of my reality at least acts as a family doctor at times, he also offered a charm that was an instant college education, otherwise all my kids would be feral if I accelerated their age... Despite how fun that would be.” Hummed the succubus, smiling at the woman despite her sour demeanor. Seeing her dismay, she reached out to her hand with her own. “I started having more kids after I took in a lot of powers and responsibilities, I decided since I created a new people on Earth, it was my responsibility to raise and guide them to a better future.”

“Well… MY people are a virus, hard-wired to consume and corrupt until there’s nothing left, my Reed just took the monster and robbed it of its fangs.”

Sitting closer, the succubus guided the alien woman to turn in her seat and face her while she gently placed her hands on her antlered head. The moment she did, the reptilian creature gasped. Visions filled her head as the demoness used her abilities to see her own desires. She was shown a very different version of her current reality, one where her home was almost crowded with children and tended to by just as many adults, all her own progeny. But instead of the salacious predators they were, there was a gentleness to them she never considered before. Many of them were scientists like their father Reed. Doctors, teachers, and caregivers who could literally SEE what was ailing a person and cure them, heal them, and make them whole once again. Mother of hundreds once again, the woman became both the proverbial and literal queen of the species. Guiding her people towards healing her world and being a benefit instead of a parasite.

Breathing in sharply and shivering from the vision, the four-armed woman hugged herself again, her eyes closed as she basked in the sense of purpose that future offered her.

“I’m a succubus, I feed off sexual energy to survive and am supposed to corrupt the living… But I can ALSO take that energy and heal the sick, the injured and revitalise the elderly. I’ve been doing it so long I can’t be called a succubus anymore.” Reaching out for Susan’s hand in hers, the Succubus smiled warmly. “You don’t have to be the monster you started as; your Reed helped make sure that would be true.”

Nodding to the woman’s advice, the alien creature smiled and mulled over what she was shown, just as the demonic woman turned her attention to the wendigo sitting further away. “And you?”

“Huh? Well… In my reality, I guess I’m considered a goddess now… I think.” Replied the wendigo woman as she sat up and looked down at her hands. “Taranaq was the god of beasts in the Canadian wilderness. He was responsible for the wendigo curse and I kinda took his place to spite him. Everyone who is a wendigo in my world are linked to me, its because of me that they can think straight, otherwise they’d be big white furred balls of hunger and rage.”

“How does Reed feel about having sex with an albino she-hulk with fur?” Asked the alien Susan, resting her chin in the palms of her hands, her serpentine tail coiling around the leg of her chair after seeing the towering wendigo blush and fidget in her chair, causing it to creak.

“It’s… Been a challenge, at the very least I can’t break his bones.” She sighed, raising her arm, and tensing her muscles to show off her strength, something that impressed both ladies as they watch the solid bulge in the woman’s arm take up the same space as a grapefruit. “Would you believe even like this I still couldn’t beat Jen in an arm wrestle?”

Sharing a chuckle, the other two covered their mouths to hide their smirks and snorts of laughter. Getting up from her seat and coming closer to the wendigo woman, the succubus leaned forward and fluttered her feathered wings behind her. “Mind if I take a look, see?” Gently raising her hands to press against the wendigo’s stubby horns, both women closed their eyes and Susan peered into her mind’s desires. Much like the other version of the woman, her world faced a plague of wendigo that infected the city of New York like Lycanthropy. And just as quicky as it came, it halted, thanks to the efforts of her husband and the Avengers. Everywhere she looked, she found the occasional wendigo dressed in custom tailored clothes walking down the street or chatting at a café… There were a LOT of them at the burger and chicken bistros, but for the most part, life went on.

“Huh… Seems you handled your crisis pretty well. Never thought of leading them?”

“To what? A barber? Believe me, apart from the rise in the price of beef at the butcher shop, the wendigo are pretty content. They don’t need me to tell them how to live their lives, heck, some of them see it as an improvement.”

Grinning at the white furred woman, the succubus nodded in understanding. “Well, I would too if I went from a dinky 5’9 to a towering 8’9… Getting attention wouldn’t be so hard anymore after that.”

“Yeah… Speaking of attention, the only other problem is the first day of spring… If you know what I mean.” The wendigo Susan winked, getting a chuckle from the other two ladies at the table. “Some nights Reed can’t keep up with me.”

“Disgusting…”

Turning their attention to the lone voice at the other end of the table, the trio found themselves being stared down by the Canoness, the woman’s eyes glaring back at them with impotent rage.

“To think there are versions of me who could be so impure, so depraved. This is truly a test by the Emperor for me.”

Tilting her head with a sly grin, the succubus walked around the table to sashay before the armor-clad woman, the sight of her gloved fingers raking the surface of the table didn’t go unnoticed by her. “We’ve all gone through some hardships sister, you’re no differe…”

“I am VERY much different from YOU demon! The only thing that is the same between us is our face, nothing more.”

Giving the canoness a warm smile, the succubus leaned forward with her hands outstretched to touch the forehead of the sister of battle sitting in front of her, the woman leaning back with her eyes glaring back at her until Susan gave an almost motherly shush. “Don’t worry, this won’t hurt a…” Breathing in sharply, the succubus’s eyes went wide, her hands trembling as she slowly backed away. Lowering her arms, the demoness continued to back track away from the Canoness.

“Suzie? You okay?”

Ignoring the question, the Succubus staggered back and fumbled towards the kitchen as quickly as she could, startling the others when she managed to get herself towards a trash bin and threw up hard into the bin in front of her.

“SUSAN!” Cried out the Invisible Woman, crouching to rub the shoulder of the coughing and spitting demoness who still retched into the garbage bin another time while the rest of the Susans got up and gathered around her to make sure she was alright.

“I’m alright… ‘Cough’… I’m alright…” The succubus waved off with her hand, regaining her composure and getting back up to her cloven feet. “Damn, what a nightmare!”

“What the hell happened?” Asked the hologram of the woman, checking her over as the others stepped away to give the succubus room. “Yeah, what did you see?”

“You… You ever peel an onion and find layer after layer of something that just makes you cry until you puke… Well…” Taking a look back at the Canoness, the armored woman was smirking back at her. “She was right, there’s nothing alike between her and us.”

“Hmmph… All demons recoil from the Emperor’s light, YOU are no different.” Getting up from her seat, the armored woman made her way towards the Succubus, with the others keeping close just in case. Stopping just a few feet from the group of Susans in front of her, Susanna lowered her gaze and glared. “The only reason I do not slay you and everyone else here is doing so prevents me from returning from my glorious Imperium.”

Stepping between the two women, Susan Storm spread her arms out to keep the Canoness’s focus on her. “Alright that’s enough! You don’t start anything in my home, sit down and MAYBE you’ll get some dinner like the rest of us.”

Eyeing the many versions of herself and the rest of the Fantastic Four eye her from their places in the living room, Susanna Stormbringer exhaled and darted her eyes back to the Invisible Woman before turning to return to her seat.

“Scary bitch.” Whispered the supermodel, patting the demoness’s back to sooth her stomach.

“Yes… Yes she is, but believe me when I say that in her world, as screwed up as it sounds, she’s a saint.”